**Chapter 11: Moonlit Confrontation**

Psylocke's heart was racing as Magik loomed over her, her face twisted in a snarl. She tried to scramble away, but Magik was too quick, pinning her to the bed with a firm hand on her chest. Luna stirred beside her, groggily opening her eyes to find Magik towering over them. "Magik, what's going on?" Luna asked, her voice husky with sleep. Magik's gaze didn't waver from Psylocke's face. "You think you can just sneak away from me, Psylocke?" she spat, her voice low and menacing. "You think you can just ignore me and run off into the night with your precious Luna?" Psylocke tried to speak, but her voice caught in her throat. She struggled against Magik's grip, but it only tightened. Luna sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Magik, stop it. Whatever this is, we can talk about it in the morning." Magik's gaze flickered to Luna, and for a moment, Psylocke saw a glimmer of uncertainty there. But it was quickly replaced by a cold, hard determination. "No," Magik said, her voice dripping with venom. "I don't think we can. You see, Psylocke, I've been watching you. I've been watching the way you look at Luna, the way you smile at her, the way you touch her. And I've had enough." Psylocke felt a surge of fear mixed with anger. What was Magik talking about? What did she have to do with Psylocke's feelings for Luna? Luna threw off the covers and stood up, her eyes flashing with anger. "Magik, that's enough. You're not going to bully Psylocke into doing what you want." Magik's gaze snapped back to Luna, and Psylocke saw a spark of amusement there. "Oh, but I think I will," Magik said, her voice dripping with malice. "You see, I have something you want. Something you both want." Psylocke's heart skipped a beat as Magik's words hung in the air. What did Magik have that they wanted? And what did she plan to do with it? As Magik's grip on her chest tightened, Psylocke realized that she was in grave danger. She was trapped, alone and vulnerable, with a woman who seemed determined to hurt her. And Luna, the one person she had counted on to protect her, seemed powerless to stop Magik. The moon cast an eerie glow over the room, illuminating the tense scene unfolding before Psylocke's eyes. She knew that she had to think fast, to come up with a way to escape Magik's clutches before it was too late. But as she looked up into Magik's cold, hard eyes, she wondered if she would be able to outsmart her captor.